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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2:
~JARETH~
Jareth was standing around the arena waiting for his cue to go to the stage for sound check. He rubbed his hands over his face in frustration.
The inner workings of being a touring musician or singer were tedious. He reveled in the benefits, the attention, the women, but if it wasn't for the fact that this was the easiest way to be who he was, and still exist in the mortal world without really raising any eyebrows, he would have found some other way to do it.
He could be as outrageous or look as unusual as he wanted in this persona, and no one was any the wiser...just a gimmick, typical rock star behavior.
"Mr. King! Sir!" A voice said from behind him. He winced. While Sir Didymus was the least objectionable of the 3 traitors he had been saddled with from the underground, Mr. Fox, as he was known here, was altogether different.
In the Goblin Kingdom he did not have to put up with him much, being assigned to The Bog Bridge as he was. Here, everywhere he turned around one of the 3 was there to get on his nerves.
"What is it, Fox?" Jareth turned to look at the human glamour that was Sir Didymus.
Taller than Hoggle's stout human disguise, but still shorter than himself by a good head, and lean, with long red hair and goatee.
He motioned for the man/fox to continue.
"I just received word that the new promotional packages are not yet finished for the European tour, Would like me to..."
"What I would like you to do, is your assigned job while we are here in this...place. I do not want to hear something that should be done, is not done. Go to the printer that we are so generously paying to perform this service and inform them that such laziness will not be tolerated. If they wish to continue a business relationship with us, they will double their efforts."
"Yes, Mr. King." Didymus bowed low, turning and taking a step to leave.
"And what did I tell you about bringing that dog with you everywhere? Make sure he is locked up in your hotel room before you return."
Ambrosius stood near his master, calmly waiting and wagging his tail.
Sir Didymus bowed his head again. "Yes, My Lord." He said quietly enough that no one around him would hear his words but his King.
He called the dog to follow and left to do as he was told.
Jareth sighed, and turned back to watch his band members tuning up. Listening and watching took him back to the time he first decided to take this path:

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Jareth had been in the mortal realm several months by then, accumulating money was something a being such as The Goblin King could do in his sleep, so by this time he had acquired a comfortable living situation for himself and his companions.
He was growing bored and weary from his search for the lovely mortal girl.
He walked to a small drinking establishment not far from his hotel he had been staying at. It was packed with sweaty, loud mortals imbibing and writhing around on the dance floor, and calling it dancing.
He sat in the corner booth and watched, amused.
Alcohol had no effect on him, but he ordered some sort of concoction to sip at while he observed the mortal activity going on around him.
He sat there for about an hour, in a corner booth, admiring some of the lovely barely clothed young females, listening to the pounding beat, then started to get up to leave.
"Put your hands together for The Sweet Rebels!"
He paused at the beginnings of this new sound. He noticed for the first time that while he had been ogling the women, a live music group of some sort had set up on the stage and were now beginning their performance.
He sat back down to listen.
The singer was a fairly attractive mortal male with long dark hair and encased in leather..he wasn't particularly talented vocal wise, but the other mortals were going crazy for him, for them.
He was intrigued at this...how these people could do this. He watched the whole show in rapt fascination.
Afterwards, the way people were so drawn to the musicians was quite impressive. He was compelled to speak with the singer who had such power, even for a human.
As he approached the male, the man turned to meet his eyes, which widened at the unusual looking man standing in front of him.
"Hey man...you have a good look! Are you in a band too? Haven't seen you around here before, the name is Spike." The mortal said to him, his arm around a nearly naked giggling female.
Jareth smirked at him. "No..no I am not. I just wanted to commend you on your performance, job well done." He noticed the mortal had heavy eye makeup on, making his blue eyes even brighter.
"Thanks dude..seriously, if you can sing, you should get out there...the babes would dig you." The dark haired man, Spike, told him.
"As the matter of fact, Spike, I can sing. I've been told very well. You have given me a grand idea!" Jareth answered.
The mortal man reached out and grabbed his gloved hand, shaking it vigorously.
Jareth almost hissed and flung him back with a shot of magic, but caught himself. He was trying to get used to the way humans were so easy to touch one another.
Not to mention the fact he was strictly forbidden to harm mortals except if necessary to preserve his own life or the lives of those who traveled with him.
"Good luck to you, dude. If you go for it, I'll look forward to seeing you play!" The other man exclaimed, smiling genuinely.
"My name is Jareth, Spike...and I thank you."
The man calling himself Spike gave him the thumbs up and went back to his drinking and females.
Jareth went and stuffed a few 100 dollar bills in the bands tip jar, and left, a plan forming in his mind.
Over the next few months, he carefully searched and screened musicians, finding the 3 he was satisfied would be sufficient to create an adequate music ensemble, then set out to perfecting their performance.
It didn't take long to get a recording contract, and start touring and putting out records. Magic helped move the process along quickly.
Within a year he was able to travel and perform, all the while hiding his true self and his true purpose, searching for Sarah.
He had had no idea how hard it would be to find one mortal girl, and how many girls named Sarah Williams there were in the mortal world. Why humans insisted on such boring overused names he would never know.
Over the last 8 years, he had enjoyed his fame and the perks that came with it. He was worshiped, catered to, treated like the king he was, without putting himself or his charges in any really danger of discovery.
Still he missed his home, his lands, his power greatly. Now soon he would woo the fair Sarah and finally be able to go back.
His right hand man Derryn had been taking care of things in his absence, ruling by proxy, and doing a fair job, but he too longed for his King to come home.

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"Mr. King?" His attention snapped back to the present.
"Yes? Do you need me now?" He asked the crew member addressing him.
"Yes, Mr. King, can you please take your place? We will be testing your microphone, then we will start."
"Very well." Jareth answered and walked to the center of the stage, nodding at his 3 mortal musicians, Starr who played bass, Michael, his drummer, and Thomas on guitar.
They had come to mean a great deal to him...for humans that is.
He would make sure they were richly rewarded once he was ready to return home. They were loyal and talented.
Starr and Michael had become quite taken with each other over the years, firmly a couple now.
Waiting for his cue, The Goblin King closed his eyes and waited for the music to start.
~SARAH~
The car ride to the arena was nerve wracking.
Thankfully the rest of the flight had been smooth. Sarah had disembarked at JFK and retrieved her bags as quickly as possible at the huge airport, and went outside to catch a cab.
She was surprised when there was a sleek black car outside, the driver holding a sign with her name on it. Wow, Sarah thought to herself, this guy goes all out.
The driver put her bags in back and informed her that the band was at sound check and that they would be going there first, then she would ride back to the hotel with Mr. King and his band.
He also told her that her bags would be delivered to her room at said hotel, so to make sure anything she immediately needed she should keep with her. So she made sure she had put all necessities into her small purse and kept that with her.
She could see they were quickly approaching the arena, he heart started to pound. Here it is. The chance she had been working for.
"Breathe Sarah..just breathe." She kept repeating to herself as the care pulled around back of the huge building, and the driver got out and opened the door.
She stepped out into the afternoon sunlight.
"Miss Williams? I will deliver your bags to the hotel, and be back to pick you and Mr. King up in about 90 minutes. Show your ID and press pass to the guards at the door, they will give you your laminates and direct you to where you need to go."
She nodded and smiled at the man, he had a very kind face and seemed genuinely helpful. "Thank you."
She made her way to the rear doors of the arena, handing her ID to the burly guards standing there. All the while she could hear and feel the rhythmic pounding of drums, and the distant wail of guitars, and above it all, the undertones of the man himself...his smooth voice already drawing her in.
Once she had her passes hung around her neck, The door was opened for her, and she made her way in, following the music towards what must be the stage.
Hoggle was the first to notice her, his mouth falling open at the beautiful woman she had become. He straightened his clothing and slowly approached his friend, though he knew she would not know him.
" 'Scuse me..Miss Williams?" He said, hoping he would keep himself composed.
Sarah turned at hearing her name, and say a rather short older man standing there, gaping at her.
He looked vaguely familiar. Probably saw his picture somewhere.
"Yes?" She asked him.
"Ummm..well, I'm Mr. King's personal assistant. Name is Hoggleston. I'm supposed to make sure you gets everything you needs. Help get ya settled."
Sarah smiled at him and his heart melted. His Sarah, his friend.
"Nice to meet you Hoggleston. Please call me Sarah." She stuck out her hand, he took it slowly.
"Ahem..yes..well..I'll takes you to the stage now." He said, unsettled by her familiar green eyes, and the idea that she could not see him for what he really was.
He silently led her to the stage area.
Didymus, who had finished arguing with the printers, was waiting for the king to get done. He saw Hoggle come around the corner with Sarah in tow and made his way over.
"Hoggleston! Who do we have here!"
Sarah saw the thin little man, albeit taller than Hoggleston, wearing an eyepatch and coming towards them with a huge toothy grin. Followed by a large shaggy dog who looked like her childhood pet, Merlin.
"Umm..Mr. Fox, this is Sarah Williams, she is from the magazine..comes to travel with us, and interview Jareth..remember?!"
Sarah stuck out her hand again, the man, Mr. Fox, took her hand and kissed it.
Sarah giggled. "Nice to meet you Mr. Fox. Please call me Sarah too."
Didymus was excited to see his dear friend, knowing it meant soon they could go home.
Hoggleston spoke up. "Fox is another assistant, he take pictures and handles the press and the like. You oughta talks to him about the pictures you will needs for yer article."
Sarah nodded. "Alright. Good to know! And who is this?" She said, gesturing to the dog.
The two glamored creatures looked from the dog to Sarah. They have never bothered to give him another name, as he was a dog in both worlds. He was basically along for the ride.
"Ummm..Ambrosius?" Didymus said, at a loss for words.
Sarah petted the dog, rubbing his head. "Well, he is so cute! I had a dog like him years ago. Interesting name. I've heard it before, but can't remember where..i like it though it suits him."
Didymus and Hoggle sighed in relief.
A large man, Sarah guessed a roadie of some sort lumbered over.
"Ahh! Mr. fox said. "This is my brother Ludwig! We just call him Luddy, though. Luddy this is Sarah."
Sarah stuck her hand out, and found herself enveloped in a hug. "Sarah! "
Sarah was taken aback by the large man hugging her. She didn't sense anything untoward about it, but it was unexpected.
""Luddy! Come now, you can' t be hugging on strangers, remember? They don't like it!"
The man took a step back "Sorry..I forgot..Sarah doesn't know us here."
Sarah was confused at his choice of words, and noticed a bit of panic in the eyes of the other two."It's okay..Luddy. I don't mind a hug, just warn me next time okay?"
The man nodded and smiled.
Mr. Fox took Sarah to the side. "You must excuse him, My Lady, Luddy is as loyal and kind a friend and brother as you could want, but he is a little simple. Jareth mostly keeps him around for heavy lifting."
"Got it." Sarah whispered back in understanding. Thinking what an odd man the singer was already, a big rock star giving such a kind simple soul a position on his crew, so he could live and work. A little respect for the act of kindness developing.
Sarah suddenly realized the music had stopped, and heard voices heading their way from the stage area, laughing and talking.
She turned and faced the direction they were coming from, anticipation of meeting Jareth King building suddenly.
Hoggle and Didymus, instinctively placed themselves slightly in front of their friend, wanting to shield her from the wrath of The Goblin King.
As the group rounded the corner, Sarah saw the members of the band chatting amongst themselves.
Then...it was him.
He was reading a piece of paper, presumable the song list, as he followed the rest of the band around the corner.
Then he looked up.
Their eyes met.
This is it! Sarah thought.
The power that arced between them in that moment was palpable to both of them and to the three friends watching.
Sarah took a deep breath, and waited for what would happen next, feeling an unexplained combination of fear, excitement , and wonder building up inside her.
Jareth's face broke into the biggest smile his subjects had ever seen.
He slowed his walk, strolling over to the group to face his nemesis, his soul mate. for the first time in over 9 years, she was standing in front of him.
"Sarah...Williams, I presume." He said, and her knees wobbled a little.
The way he said her name...smooth as silk gliding over her skin, giving her chills and goosebumps.
Her hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. Sarah gulped. Holy crap.
Man was she in trouble.
Shoving her emotions down, Sarah nodded, swallowing hard. Damn he was beautiful! Those eyes!
She stuck her hand out again, shoving all her fear and apprehension down. "An honor to meet you Mr. King. I hope I can do a good job for you. I mean with the interview, and..story. I'm grateful that you chose me."
Jareth let his eyes wander over her. She had become a magnificent example of feminine beauty. Her eyes were still bright, her dark hair shiny and lustrous..her body, even under it's current rather boxy clothes, he could see was full and curvy.
He took her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the soft skin. "There was no one else, you past work tells me you are the perfect woman for me...to have perform such a task, that is."
The sparks were so powerful Sarah's body erupted in chills all over once again. This guy is one smooth operator! No wonder the groupies raved about him.
"Shall we repair to my dressing room, Miss Williams?" Jareth asked. Reluctant to let her hand go. He did not want to stop touching her, trying to wrap his mind around the though she was finally with him.
He knew now, he could never let her go. He felt the bond instantly, but knew she would not comprehend it as of yet.
Sarah gulped again. "Sure." She turned to the others. standing there. "Excuse us?"
Jareth addressed his three subjects. " Yes...you three, go on about your day."
Sarah was a little surprised the 3 took off so quickly. Wow, they really followed orders.
Jareth took her arm and wound it around his elbow, escorting her in a most regal fashion.
Sarah found it oddly old fashioned, for someone like Mr. King.
They came to the dressing room door, he let her arm go, and opened the door, gesturing for her to go ahead.
She went in a sat on the sofa off to the side of the room. He strode to the chair in the center, in front of the mirror, sat down and swung it around to face her, tilting his head and smirking.
"Soo..Mr. King, how would you like to begin?" Sarah asked, breaking the silence. She had became a bit uncomfortable at the was he was examining her.
"Oh yes, the interview. Well, let's not be so formal..You may call me Jareth, and I will call you Sarah..does that meet with your approval?"
Sarah nodded. "Oh, sure that's fine..Jareth..you really rule the roost around here..does anyone question your commanding attitude?"
Jareth barked out a laugh, turning and looking in the mirror..but not really looking at himself, watching her.
"Not if they want to keep their jobs, they don't. I am not one for slacking off, precious. You will soon learn. I do not take no for an answer, and I always get what I want."
Okay then.. Sarah said to herself. This guy had an ego as big as the earth itself...and what is up with the "precious " thing?
"I see. Well, I don't think we can get much done tonight. How about if we start fresh in the morning. I'm looking forward to seeing the show. I've never seen you before." She tried to sound cheery and upbeat. "It's a good way to kick off getting to know you, I think."
Jareth turned back to her. "I am well aware you have not come to any of my performances, Sarah. If you would have, I would have noticed, I'm certain. A wise idea, I agree."
He turned back to the mirror, and looked at the glamour that hid his true self. She could not see the slightly pointed ears, upswept brows, facial markings.
All she saw was a slightly unusual, but perfectly within the normal range of human, looking male.
Still extraordinarily handsome, he thought, but normal. How he wished he could drop the glamour, let her see him, and maybe she would remember.
He longed to see recognition in her eyes.
"When can I speak to your staff?" She asked suddenly.
"My staff Sarah? Who do you mean?" He replied just as fast.
"You know, the guys I met a bit ago. They seemed nice, and really really loyal. Like You were their king or something. I've never seen that outside the military."
Jareth started, facing her again. "I will arrange something. I would prefer it for the time being, that you not be alone with those 3 They tend to say things they shouldn't without my guidance.
"Just think of me as their..mentor, if you will. I take my responsibility for them very seriously, precious."
Sarah's eyed narrowed. What the hell? What is this guy hiding? Her journalistic instincts tingled with curiosity.
"You are responsible for them? Why Aren't they adults?I noticed the bigger man, Luddy, they called him, is a bit...well I guess you could say he has some sort of learning disability? But the one that said he was his brother seemed to have a handle on him just fine. Look, I need to able to have a certain amount of freedom to do my job, Mr. King. Why am I here if I can't do the story?"
Jareth's jaw tightened the longer she talked, he was not used to be defied.
"Miss Williams, yes, I can safely say I am absolutely responsible for them. Let's just say, I have known them a long time, and the only reason they are here is because of me. It is myself, and myself alone, that is fully responsible for their well being, and nothing and no one can jeopardize that, or question it."
"They do not, you should not either. Eventually you will understand, but not now, not today. That is my final word. Other than where they are concerned, you will have freedom to talk to whomever you wish. Can you please just do as I ask? For now?"
Sarah tried to curtail her anger and curiosity. "So..eventually, I can get to know them, but not now? I suppose I can deal with that restriction..for now." Her mind was racing though, what was so special about these 3, that wasn't about everyone else.
Weirder and weirder.
Then again, he is a rock star, they tend to be eccentric.
"Thank you, Sarah" He said..turning back and grabbing a hair tie, to pull his hair back at the nape of his neck.
Sarah stood, "Here, let me help you..is that okay?" Then thought, why on earth did I offer that? Oh well. Already done. no big deal anyway.
Jareth smirked. "You may, if you would not mind."
Sarah stood behind him and brushed his soft hair back into a ponytail, running her fingers through his hair, and noticing how pale and smooth his skin was...it almost..shimmered.
Jareth was in heaven, his beloved's fingers in his hair, touching him.
It was almost too much to bear, the static electricity that tingled between them.
He wondered if she felt it too. Well he knew she did really, but he did wonder what she thought of it.
She finished tying his hair and looked up into the mirror, her eyes meeting his.
There was a flash, for a second he looked completely different, almost alien, pointed ears, brows and strange markings..painfully beautiful...and familiar...
Sarah gasped and jumped away form him, dropping the brush and his ponytail.
She tripped and ended up on her bottom on the floor, Jareth standing over her.
"My goodness, Sarah, are you alright?" He asked, crouching down, a concerned look on his face.
She looked up at him...he looked completely normal. What the fuck was that?
"I'm fine, I thought I saw a spider...sorry, they always make me jump." He took her and and stood, helping her up.
"I am not overly fond of them myself. " He leaned closer. "Please do not tell anyone, I can't afford for anyone to know that.
"Please think of it as off the record..hmmm?" He smiled at her, and ran a finger under her chin.
They way he talked to her, touched her..Oh god...Sarah shook her head. Have I lost my mind?
I can't afford to be so unprofessional! This is job Sarah! Get it together! You can't let yourself fall for this guy the least little bit. You know the stories.
"Ummm..of course, totally off the record. Just don't tell me boss I acted like such a goofball." She smiled back at him.
He grinned. "I would never tell your secrets, Sarah. Anything you say or do will be safe with me."
"Um...okay, Mr. King. Oh wait I just remembered! The driver said he would back for me in 90 minutes." She looked at her watch."He should be here any minute. Maybe I should go to the hotel and get settled and rest up for the concert?"
"A sound plan. He is also supposed to pick me up as well. Shall we go?" He offered her his arm again.
Sarah nodded, taking his arm again. Together they left the dressing room and head towards the backstage door where Sarah had come in.
Jareth waved two bodyguards over to escort them out.
Fortunately the driver was there so they were able to get right into the car and head towards the hotel which was only a short distance away.
The ride to the hotel was brief, and Sarah was very grateful. Jareth King oozed sensuality and regal grace, and just being near him made her senses go crazy.
His mere presence was enough to make her think about wanting to wrap herself around him and let him kiss her senseless.
She really need to shake it off. Maybe a shower and a nap would help her get some perspective.
That's it, she was tired and her defenses were down.
Obviously this was an attractive, virile sexually potent male, and she was letting him affect her.
Her usually tight control around men, even those who were attractive creative people like him, which she had spent a fair amount of time around, was not what it should be..yes.. a nap. Tired.
Keep telling yourself that sarah, her little voice said. Maybe you can convince yourself to believe it, but you KNOW you've never had this kind of instant desire for someone like him, this was different.
Ugh. Shut up little voice, damn it.
Sarah''s little voice then said. You were right, you ARE in trouble. Deep doodoo.
Shut up little voice, before I put duct tape over your mouth and lock you in a closet. She told her conscience.
They arrived, and Jareth stepped out, reaching back to take her hand. As they touched, energy sparked between them again.
She looked up and met his eyes, and he gave her a knowing smirk.
Her little voice then repeated itself..reminding her of the deepest darkest trouble she was in. She glared inwardly at the little voice until it gulped and went and sat in the corner, thankfully silent.
She pulled her hand away and followed him inside, listening to him give instructions to various employees.
She trailed after him silently, in a daze.
They entered the elevator and it took them to the top floor. It seemed the entourage had booked the entire floor. Wow.
The bellman took her carry on and escorted her to her room. Or rooms, would be more accurate.
He opened the door and Sarah's mouth dropped open.
Her suite was huge, done in a range of greens and creams, it was nothing short of stunning, a large bed in the middle, a balcony with a view of the city, a breakfast nook, and the other way, she could see was a bathroom.
Jareth had followed her in silently.
"Is it to your liking, Sarah?" He asked.
"My goodness, Mr. King...it's...wow..it's gorgeous! I've never stayed in a place like this!"
"Only the best for you, precious." He smiled.
She turned. "You barely know me? How could you know that?"
"Anyone I am responsible for it properly taken care of. I researched you as thoroughly as possible, for my own peace of mind, I like to know who I'm working with."
"This is where I stay when I'm in the area. . I made sure to provide you with what I believe would make you comfortable."
Sarah twirled around. "This is like a fairytale room, like a princess suite. It's too much Mr. King, I would have been happy with a double bed and a shower."
More like a queen. Jareth thought. "Nonsense. This is my home when I am here, I keep this suite at the ready for any special guests I may have. I daresay you are a most special guest."
"Okay...I guess." Sarah answered. and put her purse down on a chair. She noticed her luggage was sitting by the bed.
She turned and took his hand, shaking it, smiling up at him in genuine gratitude. "Thank you Mr. King."
He nodded. "You are welcome, my...Sarah. I thought you were to call me Jareth?"
"I was but..I think it would be unprofessional. Maybe later, when we become friends. I mean I hope we can be friends.
"For now, I think I should stick with Mr. King. You can keep calling me Sarah if you want though." She looked longingly towards the bathroom. She desperately wanted a hot shower.
"I see. Well if that is what you wish. I hope we will be friends as well, Sarah. I will leave you to settle in. I need to take care of a few things, and get prepared for tonight.
"We go on at 9:30pm, so I will have the car waiting a 7:30 to take you back to the arena."
He took her hand a kissed it again, and left, leaving Sarah alone to think about all that had happened just in the past couple of hours.
"Just shut up." Sarah said to her little voice, knowing what it was going to say. Trouble.
Thank you to everyone reading and rating!!
I am happy to announce I am now writing chapter 6 so I am way ahead. I do still need to proofread and edit, but the next 3 chapters are written.
Also, I'm am a skating fanatic, and the Olympics start in 2 days. Therefore I will most likely be very distracted for a couple of weeks. Fortunately being several chapters ahead gives me a cushion.
Yes there will be plenty of sweet juicy (lemony)peachy stuff, but this is a little more of a "slow burn" style. For the story to work as I want it I couldn't jump into that right away.
Muah! On to next week!
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